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Her family, though she never speaks of them, often took her for granted - and when they didn't take her for granted, they used her. She was less of a part of her family and more like a maid, the youngest child in a single-parent house of three children.
Her father and brothers were more like the stepmother and stepsisters of Cinderella legend, though her father had a deeper reason for her treatment. He saw too much of his wife in his daughter, and after her tragic death in a car accident, which he irrationally and wrongly blamed Sela for, he took to drinking. Unfortunately, both of Sela's brothers were married and living far from home in New Zealand by then, and so the only family she had was the family who hated her for her appearance, and for what she meant.
Sela doesn't speak of it, but the scars on her arms and torso betray the cruel treatment she received at the hands of her father whenever he'd taken strongly to drink. Even so, she never stopped loving him - she always remembered the tender, loving man who she'd known as a child, before the accident that had claimed her mother's life. She never could wrap her heart around the fact that after the accident, her father grew to hate her for surviving when his beloved wife had been taken from him. And her appearance as she grew only continued to remind him of his wife.
The beatings grew so life-threatening that eventually Sela fled to the home of her best friend since childhood, Dia Akintunde, the man who would later become her lover and protector, the knight Heitsi, during a battle in a darkened alleyway. He took her into his own apartment, and, when her father threatened to hunt them both down in a drunken rage, he decided it was time to follow his instincts. Dia relocated them both to Tokyo, where the Lady Fate once again lent a hand and led them to the home of one Andraia McCloud on a particularly wild-weathered night, where Destiny was cemented and Sailorinfinitas's story truly began.
WARNING: The story of Infinitas' origin is directly tied to her life on earth in present day. Spoilers may and likely are present; proceed at own risk. As with the awakening, this is taken word for word from the Sailormoon Vengeance chronicle itself.
"HEITSI!"
"Don't, Enkepe. STAY BACK!!" came the howled out reply. "RUN!"
The princess with the lavender eyes shook her head, those shining eyes wide in horror. The Khymbalian princess, Enkepe, was watching her lover become slowly surrounded by a host of their enemies. She knew he was weakening, his strength sapped, her own strength sapped long before in the battle against evil. Acheria, Anila, and Neimin, the Outposts, had fallen, and now the first Midpoint, Khymbalia, was about to. And Heitsi wouldn't be the first casualty...
But he was the only casualty Enkepe was thinking about. Grabbing up Amwabi'nala, she dove into the fray beside him, slashing at the dark warriors of the Chaotic God, tears stinging her eyes when she saw how battered and bloody he really was. "Enkepe, I TOLD you to stay back!" he said, slashing at his own enemies and grunting in pain as one dealt him a sweeping blow to the side, the slashes cauterizing and sizzling in the night air.
"I can't just let you DIE," she snapped back at him, taking wounds of her own. Heitsi scowled, but didn't argue further, all his concentration centered on keeping them both alive. When the crushed soul-crystals of their enemies had all been ground underfoot, he turned to Enkepe.
"Shame on you, beloved," he murmured, turning to lead her toward the castle. "When I tell you to stay back, stay back, damnit. I can't fight and watch over you at the same time. I don't have that many eyes."
She laughed, though it was a watery one. "Are we going to die?" she asked suddenly, the fear blurting her words before she realized she'd done it.
He shook his head. "I don't know. Reinforcements are slim and none...the Outposts had fallen...we're the first of the Midpoints to go down...supplies and reinforcements from Et'rhain and Iquillia won't get here in time...I don't know what's going to happen to us, Enkepe."
She sighed, nodding, allowing a few crystaline tears to fall. "I..." she couldn't speak, and just shook her head, throat closed too tightly.
"I know," he murmured, pulling her close and threading his fingers through her hair. "I know."
Heitsi saw a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye and whirled, shoving Enkepe away from himself just in time for a spear of darkened crystal to slam itself through his back, impaling him through the chest. He stared in shock, dropping to his knees as he cast an imploring look at Enkepe. "Run..." he whispered, and then he fell, motionless on the ground.
"HEITSI!" she shrieked, tearing over to his side, panic clouding the edges of her vision. She lifted him gently into her arms, fingers shakily brushing unruly, dark grey hair from his face. "Heitsi, Heitsi," she said, murmuring his name again and again as though he could be brought back just by her voice. "No..."
He was already gone; a last sacrifice given in an effort to save his beloved.
She bent her head, resting her forehead against his, tears falling openly. "Saved me again, my heart," she murmured softly. "I love you." With a soft kiss pressed to his lips, she set him gently down and stood, running back toward the palace in the hopes that she could get to the stronghold before she was taken.
Hours would pass before there would again be movement on the surface of a dead world. A petite figure clothed in palest blue picked her way among the rubble, her pale blue hair made whispy by the mournful wind. Her dark eyes took in the scene of destruction, a few tears slipping down her cheeks. She could feel the other worlds falling, her children, and the children of her sibling Gods taken by the power of her own brother's hatred. Something broke inside her when she felt the Starseed of the Mendhaian princess shatter, a second pain caused when the princess' guardian fractured his own, even worlds away. Chikalle, Goddess of Destiny, Lady Fate, shook her head. 'This must not be.'
'Lady Fate...spin new Stars. Give new life,' a voice came from the heavens, and she realized it was her brother, the father-God Irrin.
'One step ahead of you, little brother,' she promised. Taking up the Starseeds of the fallen, she gathered them together, mourning the shattered remnants of the Mendhaian princess' Star. She knew that even she couldn't repair a break that complete. Instead, she took up the fractured 'seed of the princess' protector, Icarus, and slid one finger down the hairline crack. The Starseed obediently split in two, and, using the strings of Fate and Life and Destiny, Chikalle spun two Stars where once was only one. She set them in place with the others in the palm of her hand, and raised her face to the sky. 'Thus have I done as you asked, my brother. Send them to life...send them away, where our Brother's hate cannot reach...where they may have time to prepare, time to train, to learn...'
'It shall be. I know just the place, sister. Far from here...plenty of time to learn their Destinies before Chaos finds them."
Chikalle nodded and raised her hand to her lips. With a gentle breath, the Starseeds drifted from her hand and into the air, soaring away through the sky to a world where they could live and be happy.
Chikalle took to the sky in the form of the small blue dragon that was her totem, joining with her nieces and nephews as they followed their charges to Earth...
To a new home...
To a new life...
To a new hope.
WARNING: The story of Infinitas' awakening is taken word for word from the Sailormoon Vengeance chronicle itself; spoilers might be included, but if so, they are small in number and importance.
Sela strode along the bustling Sydney street late that night, knowing she should have left the computer store long before their close at eleven pm. She cut down a side-alley, hurrying along it and knowing that her father would be less than happy at her lateness. He always had the home's alarm system set to activate at precisely midnight, and she knew she wouldn't make it home in time. She'd have to run in like a crazy and hurriedly punch in the code to keep it from going off and waking the entire neighborhood like had happened only once before.
The beating afterward had been so bad that she'd barely been able to walk for two weeks afterward.
Dia had not been happy.
She smiled a little, thinking of her best friend since childhood. Dark hair and dark violet eyes flickered through her mind, set in a dark face that always carried a ready smile.
Perhaps it was this daydream that pulled Sela's attention away from where it should have been. She didn't even hear the creature as it snuck up deadly behind her and tackled her to the ground. She shrieked as she hit the gravelly pavement, skinning her elbows and ripping her jeans. It flipped her over and tried to claw at her, but Sela planted her hands against it and shoved backward, scrambling out from beneath. Her purse forgotten, she turned and tore away from it as fast as possible, her heart pounding a mile a minute.
It followed her, the shadow-creature almost invisible in the darkness, and before Sela could change direction, it had appeared in front of her. It hauled off and backhanded her across the jaw, sending the silver-haired girl reeling, and followed up the slap with a quick fist to the stomach. Sela doubled over, choking and gagging while struggling to breathe.
The thing hit her again, this time with enough force to send her slamming against the brick wall at her back. It cracked under the force and she slid dazed to the ground.
The creature's arm reformed, morphing into a needle-pointed spear, and raised high over its head.
Sela whimpered, bringing her arms up to cover her head, turned fearfully away from what she was certain was her last moments on earth, but her ears heard what her closed eyes didn't see: The creature screamed and hit the ground as a dark-clothed figure plowed into it, the pair rolling to a stop in the alley.
Sela opened her eyes and lowered her arms, moving slowly, and got to her feet, staring in dazed, painful shock at the figure wrestling with the creature that had tried to kill her.
It was Dia. But...it wasn't. He was different somehow.
"Enkepe! Your sabre!" a voice called, and Sela's head snapped around to see a knee-height dragon of glowing blue soar down out of the sky, a sparkle of blue-tinted steel floating down from it. She reached automatically for the silvery object, realizing when it came into her hand that it was a curved scimitar, the steel blade tinted with pale blue. The winged reptile hit the ground and stopped in front of her, speaking. "Use the words," it said. Sela stared. The dragon sighed. "Think, Enkepe..."
Sela blinked. "You must have me mistaken for someone else-" she began, but the dragon growled fiercely at her.
"Repeat. Turn of Fate, Create Me!" And the dragon cast her a deep, azure glare. "And say it like you mean it, girl," it growled gruffly. "Heitsi needs your help."
Sela blinked, swallowing hoarsely. She was sure if she didn't, the little blue lizard would bite her. So, doing what seemed to make the most sense in a nonsensical situation, Sela held the scimitar up over her head. "Turn of Fate, Create Me!" she cried, completely unprepared for the result: A swirling blue funnel of light drifted up and around her, transforming her destroyed clothing into the garb of a feminine warrior, the double-skirts of blue fluttering briefly in the unnatural breeze. She was only stunned for a moment, and then memory after memory began pouring back as she brandished the scimitar with the practiced ease of a master swordsman. "As the avatar of Destiny, with the souls of my world hanging in the balance, I am Sailorinfinitas, and your Fate is sealed!"
